Round 1, how true. Not only did I wake from my swansong that very next morning, but lo and behold, Gurk walks in with a third beatiful baby.... she proceeds to approach me while I basked in my two poached eggs on rye, and she bends down, whispers softly into my ear, "Gurk parties like a champion". At that very moment, I knew, and forever could trust, that I had just personally witnessed, indirectly and not actually, one of the greatest nights a young man could ever dream of being somewhat associated with. I'll always cherish this, and for that I thank thee, Gurk.

Happy Birthday, you're one of the most pleasant of posters on this board.... you're legendary, it's disgusting!!!